12-17-2013, 12:00 AM
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Burn it all and see what's left. When we do that here in the
dreamstate, what we find out doesn't burn is death. That's what's left when
everything else is gone. Death is what survives.
Here's something Emerson wrote:
“One of the illusions is that the present hour is not the
critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day
in the year. No man has learned anything rightly until he knows that every day
is Doomsday.”
“Write it on your heart.” Every day is the best day of your life.
Death gives definition to life. Death-awareness is life-awareness. Death denial
is life denial. Here's something Mozart wrote in a letter to his father:
“I have formed during the last few years such a close
relationship with this best and truest friend of mankind that death's image is not
only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling, and
I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that
death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.”
What we're talking about here is becoming conscious within
the dreamstate, waking up in life. We don’t need to talk about our years as an apprentice
shaman in the Amazon, or the time someone spent researching ancient parchments
in the catacombs beneath the Vatican
or the Topala, or becoming a Nagual or anything else. We’re talking about becoming
death-aware: plain and simple.
The reason we get bogged down in all the weird and exotic
spiritual stuff is to avoid the up close and personal stuff. We search the most
distant places and times because we don't want to deal with the here and now.
We eagerly subscribe to arcane, intelligence-insulting
belief systems because they are, by their very design, conducive to the
sleepstate we wish to maintain. Religion and spirituality exist to serve our
need for death denial. They serve as lullabies and drown out the ticking of the
clock.
We spend our lives and our life force running away from this
monster we call death. This state of incessant denial takes all our time and energy.
That's where our lives go, that's how we spend them. That's what it means to be
asleep within the dream.
Burn it all and see what's left. When we do that here in the
dreamstate, what we find out doesn't burn is death. That's what's left when
everything else is gone. Death is what survives.
Here's something Emerson wrote:
“One of the illusions is that the present hour is not the
critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day
in the year. No man has learned anything rightly until he knows that every day
is Doomsday.”
“Write it on your heart.” Every day is the best day of your life.
Death gives definition to life. Death-awareness is life-awareness. Death denial
is life denial. Here's something Mozart wrote in a letter to his father:
“I have formed during the last few years such a close
relationship with this best and truest friend of mankind that death's image is not
only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling, and
I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that
death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.”
What we're talking about here is becoming conscious within
the dreamstate, waking up in life. We don’t need to talk about our years as an apprentice
shaman in the Amazon, or the time someone spent researching ancient parchments
in the catacombs beneath the Vatican
or the Topala, or becoming a Nagual or anything else. We’re talking about becoming
death-aware: plain and simple.
The reason we get bogged down in all the weird and exotic
spiritual stuff is to avoid the up close and personal stuff. We search the most
distant places and times because we don't want to deal with the here and now.
We eagerly subscribe to arcane, intelligence-insulting
belief systems because they are, by their very design, conducive to the
sleepstate we wish to maintain. Religion and spirituality exist to serve our
need for death denial. They serve as lullabies and drown out the ticking of the
clock.
We spend our lives and our life force running away from this
monster we call death. This state of incessant denial takes all our time and energy.
That's where our lives go, that's how we spend them. That's what it means to be
asleep within the dream.